"We'll do that, then." Remus grinned sheepishly at mention of the ring, sheepish and a little soppy as he looked down at the accessory in question, twirled it a couple times around his finger. "You may regret asking for that," he teased, though he knew he wouldn't ever likely talk anyone's ear off about that subject. They were too private about so much for that. But, what he would talk about, he'd talk about with Harry.
"Doesn't seem like it," he agreed softly, looking around them. Was it possible to get used to this sort of thing? He'd never thought it would be. And, yet, it felt a little numb.
Remus shrugged. "Something to think about. Depends on how many are strong enough to do the spell." Even to Harry he wouldn't commit himself to any thoughts on who they would choose for the house. While he trusted Harry, his friend was even more of a target now than he had been and this way, Harry wouldn't be able to say or remember Remus giving any details. Safer and more conscionable than lying to a friend.
And how he hated being able to think like that.
"We'll look after them. That's one thing the Order can do."